Super Bowl
Conway the Machine, Sauce Walka, Juicy J
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Play me some pimpin', man (Put a little love away) (Put a little love away) (Everybody needs a penny for a rainy day) (Put a little love away) (What Juicy say? He be like, Shut the f*ck up") yeah Big rings, two of those (yeah), Super Bowl, Super Bowl, yeah Lot of money, lot of hoes (yeah), lot of money, lot of money, yeah (woo) Big 40, nigga, play with me (huh?), Feelin' like I won the AFC (yeah) Lamb' truck to get from A to B (yeah) Still winnin' what they hate to see (yeah) Yeah (woo), got the 40 on the stage with me (yeah) Never lackin', nigga, wait and see (yeah) Never lackin', nigga, play and see (woo, woo, woo) F*ck her good, she wanna stay with me (huh?) But I could never be faithful to a bitch, I don't live my life faithfully I'm only faithful to the cash, yeah, straight forward to the bag, uh I don't wait for it, I don't ask I'ma take all of it, I take all it, I'ma take off, I'm finna blast (yeah) Yeah, play my tape for them and they say, "Nah, the niggas spazzed" (yeah) Got Spade pouring in a glass (yeah) All my bitches ratchet, they like drinkin' out the bottle (bottle) Bottle (bottle), bottle (bottle), yeah All my bitches ratchet, they like drinkin' out the bottle (bottle) The bottle (bottle), yeah Still on go, on mission, still keep a Draco with beam and extension Still gon' air it if it's tension, told them I'm really like that they ain't listen Shoot it quick, I ain't missin', scope on the top of it, hit you from distance I just won my division, championship rings on my fist glisten Big rings, two of those (ah), Super Bowl, Super Bowl, yeah Lot of money, lot of hoes (yeah), lot of money, lot of money, yeah (woo) Big 40, nigga, play with me (huh?), Feelin' like I won the AFC (yeah) Bulletproof truck to get from A to B (yeah) (ooh-wee, ooh-wee) I'm really what you niggas claim to be (splash) Super Bowl ring, got the Rams sack Went Cooper Kupp, I done caught me a big bag Jugg Jalen Ramsey on the corner on a bitch back Girl, I'm a P, I don't move pounds or nick sacks Boy, take a Tic-Tac, talkin' that shit get you shitbagged Boy, you a slave with a chain, you got whiplash Sippin' slow soda, but still drive the whip fast Name is Jerome, but I Bettis won't hit back Escalade bulletproof Talkin' dog in the van, his name Scooby-Doo She got ass like a hippo up out the zoo But she still gotta pay if she comin' through Yeah, lil' mama a star and a comet too She can fall out the sky and land in my coupe Turnin' models to millions is nothin' new Baby girl, buy me Prada, I'm proud of you, congratulations Put her on stage, it's a graduation Bitch, I'm the dean of the college and I'm glad you made it Nowadays, rap so fabricated I got all numbers in the books, I'm the yellow papers Showtime the wrist, yeah, Gervonta I done got rich out the streets, went the con way I'm from the home of the queen, that's Beyoncé But I done seen Destiny's Child die from gunplay (ooh-wee) Big rings, two of those (ah), Super Bowl, Super Bowl, yeah (yeah) Lot of money, lot of hoes (yeah), lot of money, lot of money, yeah (Conway) Big 40, nigga, play with me (huh?), Feelin' like I won the AFC (yeah) Bulletproof truck to get from A to B (yeah) (I got you, man) I'm really what you niggas claim to be (let's go) Juice havin' motion, don't get mad Just like groceries, your ho get bagged Young wild niggas wanna smoke shit bad Any disrespect and the toe get tagged Still ain't retired, guess I ain't finish yet I got more rings than Brady, I get a check BBL look deflated like Belichek No back and forth with a ho, I don't get in that Still rolling loud, way before the concert Trick on a bitch, I'd rather die first Pockets fat like Chuck, no Converse White ho, Black ho, gotta keep it diverse (what?) Pimpin' ain't dead, gotta try it first (what?) Anything ratchet is my verse (what?) She want me to put my meat on the grill She gon' eat the dick up like a bratwurst (ha) Bitch, you can pull your pants up Who told you we was finna f*ck? I want top first (mhm) Hollywood address, all types of access But I had to get it off the block first (block first) Pretty bitch in my bed, paint the city red Paint the same color on the opps' shirt (opps' shirt) If you ain't finna gag on the tip and make your eyes water up This dick will not work Won't work, you know what I'm saying? Shut the f*ck up Big rings, two of those (ah), Super Bowl, Super Bowl, yeah (yeah) Lot of money, lot of hoes (yeah), lot of money, lot of money, yeah (whoa) Big 40, nigga, play with me (huh?), Feelin' like I won the AFC (yeah) Bulletproof truck to get from A to B (yeah) I'm really what you niggas claim to be (boom, boom)
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